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Many people do not know that you can witness live sex acts
in New York City under the most intellectual and enlightened conditions and in
a sophisticated setting. It’s too
bad they don’t know it, because, frankly most people also don’t know how to
kiss well—or properly stroke a woman’s pussy—or perform any of a number of
erotic acts with élan. If you live
in the city (or visit), get yourself on the Sexy Spirits mailing list and come
learn something while you get titillated.
(I’ve written about the Director, Richard Anton Diaz, and his major
domo, Steven Otero in many posts.
If you are a regular reader, you know how much I admire them for the
work they do.)
On Thursday, I received a provisional offer of marriage, had
a consultation lunch at Maxie’s Grill (on 19th between Park and
Irving) with my advisor and pal Joey, spent a few more hours drinking wine
there with the fabulous Mara Altman, wearing an enviable teal jacket. author of
Thank You For Coming: One Young
Woman’s Quest For An Orgasm—where we were joined in conversation by some women
at the bar and wrapped the day at a kissing workshop at Sexy Spirits where I
met an NYPD detective who friended me on Face Book. (And what city babe doesn’t want a cute guy friend on the
police force?) Post-workshop, Steve and I caught up on
gossip and once again asked one another, Where is Bob Berkowitz and why doesn’t he
return anyone’s emails? (If you have the answer to that, please get in touch with us.)
Let’s start with The Power Kiss—the great kiss that was not
part of the opening volley in the marital negotiations.
Reid taught the “full body kissing” (and fully clothed) workshop. His partner in demonstration was Helena,
a tiny, curvy and sensuous woman.
I wasn’t expecting sparks between them because he is the tall, somewhat
geeky and overly sincere type I associate with granola, not that I don’t like
eating granola but living it is another thing; and she had the appearance of a “natural”
woman, no make-up, no discernable hairstyle and—yikes!—wearing faded beige
cords and tennis shoes. (Really,
doesn’t a good kiss require stilettos or perfectly pedicured bare feet?) But they
had chemistry; and he had the moves. Who would have guessed? (I must stop being so style judgmental.)
I loved the way he used various parts of his body in
creative ways as he kissed her, for example, pressing his forearm and later his
thigh against her vulva, using the tip and then the bridge of his nose to
stroke her neck, and, of course, employing his hands as erotic tools. He does a stroke I particularly
like: while running his hands up
and down her arms or legs or back, he pauses and lightly squeezes with fingers
splayed apart. Nice. I was un-crossing and re-crossing my
legs as I imagined that hand on my inner thigh.
And now to the critical part of my workshop commentary: Was it necessary to remind the audience
(me and some single men) as Reid kept doing to stop and ask “permission” before
each new erotic move? I wouldn’t
describe his full body kissing as a Power Kiss because of those interruptions.
Yes, he said, it was necessary and insinuated I didn’t
understand because it’s a “generational thing”, indicating that young people in
their 20s and even their 30s think this way. He referred to the infamous 1998 Antioch College sexual behavior code requiring a male student to pause and ask for permission before each
erotic escalation of the foreplay.
Created by young feminists who also equated sexual harassment with
rape—demeaning the experience of rape victims—the Antioch rules and the mindset
they represent contributed to the de-sexing of the American white male. (You don’t think black and Latino guys
bought into this jargon, do you?)
One might argue that the excesses of Do-Me Girls are in part a reaction
against all this.
Instead of teaching men to “ask permission,” we, both women
and sex educators, should be teaching them to read body language, pick up on
non-verbal cues—and, of course, accept that a firm push away and “No” means NO. (This is how Anton Diaz teaches and one
of the reasons I love him.) We
should be encouraging men to upgrade their erotic skills. As sex educators especially, we can
help them find the positive power in their masculinity. Too many educators (and feminist women)
seem to regard male sexuality as that force which must be constrained. Empowering women doesn’t come at the
cost of male empowerment!
The majority of my readers of books and blog—not to mention the
women and men who tell me about their sex lives at Maxie’s and other places—are
in their 20s and 30s. And what are
the women telling me?
A note from that Thursday afternoon conversation:
“Woman, 28, in a relationship says, ‘I wish my boyfriend
weren’t so passive. I wish he
could take charge. I need to be
put into the mood, not have him ask me meekly if I am in the mood. When he comes across that softly, I’m
not.’”
Women often don’t know they are aroused when they are. They ignore the internal signs like
increased vaginal lubrication and faster heartbeat and breathing rate. Maybe they could be easily enticed “into the mood” with a
little physical encouragement.
When a sex educator tells a man that he can’t touch his lover’s
breast without asking permission, the expert is telling both of them: Make no advances toward giving her
pleasure, take no risks of rejection and stifle your sexual desires.
My lover doesn’t have to ask if he can touch my breast. I have taken him into my body; and
touching that body is the right I have given him. I love being touched; and I don’t feel “pressured” to have
intercourse every time my breast is caressed, my ass is cupped.
How can you ever experience a Power Kiss if your lover
doesn’t feel that welcome to you?
And what’s a true Power Kiss? Read my post on The Wrist Kiss, something I learned from a
French gigolo. Start with the
wrist, work your way up her arm—and she will say “Oui.” Babes, you can also kiss his
wrist. The “permission” is
all in the eyes; and the Wrist Kiss opens into the perfect French Kiss. Add the hand moves and leave one
another breathless with desire.
More on the latest Maxie’s conversation Tuesday! It was a good one.